Blessed are the forgetful
: I forget a lot of things.
Me: I envy you. Nietzsche once said, Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders. I never forget anything.Her
: I'd never want to remember everything. That'd be terrible.
Me: (nodding) It's why I'm an insomniac.
For my longtime readers, she was also the girl in this entry
. She's everything I'm looking for in a girlie. Yet I don't love her. Least, not in the way she wants. Dunno why that is, but that's as it is.
As a kid, I remember reading about Soma
in A Brave New World
and wondering why anyone would wanna forget stuff. Not a kid anymore. There's no Soma in NYC. There's no River Lethe. That part I knew. But I'm also finding that there's no SING
. No girl on the east side
missing a heart
There are, however, any number of fine (and not so fine) drinking establishments in the big city where they'll serve me my favorite poison on the rocks with a big slice of orange for $14 a glass.
I know cause I went to two of them Wednesday and Thursday nights with any number of girlies, some very random, some very specific. The weekend forecast looks similar. They'll have to do.
Suspect I'm not invited to the wedding.
I'm an insomniac cause I lie awake remembering. I'm so talented at it that I even remember things that never happened, people that never existed.
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